Walking over the meadows, a cold day in october everything has lost its pride this day so painful I shall meet my bygone mistress on the other side Shadowsouls Garden silent sleeping in await the withering forests shrouded in mist . A hidden garden, in dusk crimson glare bitter tears falling in despair enchanted by the throes I feel the whispers I heard were imagination again the dream was cold and empty . In death all´s the same, silent sleeping in await souls will forever search the light of denial on this side the gate . The souls have come here the same left its beauty in pain spirits of filth awaits another harvest far beyond bliss screaming from the other side in the garden of shadowsouls Turn around from your withered memorial another despaired bitter tear are falling walking over the meadowsa cold evening in october on my veiled way home to the shadowsouls garden